Some folks are born

Made to wave that flag

Ooh that red, white 'n blue

And when they play

'Hail to the Cheif'

Ooh they point the cannon at you, lord



It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no



Some folks are born

Silver spoon in hand

Lord don't they help themselves?

And when the taxman

Knocks on their door

Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah



It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no millionaires son, no, no



Some folks are born

Starspangled eyes

Ooh they send you out to war

And when Australia asks

'How much do we give?'

Ooh they just ask for more and more and more and more and more and...



It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no millionaires son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, one, one

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no CIA son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son, son, son